@!~My Beloved~!@

As I enter the room I look around for his handsome features, his slender body.  My heart sinks when I don’t see him. I walk over to the bar to order my drink. As I sit on the stool and wait, I feel the presence of someone behind me. Before I can turn around I feel his arms wrap around my shoulders and I know that it’s him. As he gently kisses my cheek I feel the warmth of his body. As he sits down on the stool next to me he stares into my eyes. The room falls silent; it’s just him and I. When I finish my drink he takes me by the hand. As we walk out of the building people stop to stare. When we reach the street he pulls me tight to him and we walk towards his apartment. As we step into the elevator I feel the tension. He’s nervous, although he doesn’t act like it. He pins me up against the side of the elevator. We sit like that for a minute with every part of his body pressed up against me. He leans in to kiss me but the elevator stopped to let us out on the 4th floor, his floor. We began to laugh as we waited for him to open the door. He tossed his keys on the counter and shrugged out of his jacket. He took our jackets to the closet and hung them up. While he was out of the room I went into the kitchen and got the wine out of the refrigerator and pulled the wine glasses out of the small bar he had built in. As I was pouring the wine he came up behind me wrapped his arms around my waste and rested his chin on my shoulder. “We don’t really need the wine do we?” he whispered, “Do I really have to get you drunk first?” I began to laugh. I turned around so I could face him. I took his face in my hands and kissed him. When I broke from the kiss I said, “No, you don’t need to get me drunk. I was thinking I would have to get you drunk.” He laughed at that and when he had stopped he began to kiss me. What he did next surprised me the most…he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.1